Chapter 833 Change

"We are required to patrol the corridors frequently," Ron told Harry and Neville, "and if we find anyone misbehaving, we can impose penalties. I can't wait to teach Clara and Goyle a lesson."

"You can't abuse your power, Ron!" Hermione shouted.

"Yes, correct, because Malfoy never abuses his power." Ron said bitterly.

"So you lower your standards?"

"No, I just want to be sure to capture his companions before he attacks our companions."

"Swear to God, Ron..."

"I'm going to make Goyle write poetry, it'll kill him, he hates writing," Ron said happily. He lowered his voice to imitate Goyle's rough voice, twisted his face into a highly distressed expression, and imitated the movement of writing in the air, "I... look... from... behind... for a... certain... ...not...like...a...baboon."

Everyone laughed, but no one laughed harder than Luna. She burst out into a fit of shrill laughter, which woke Hedwig up, causing him to flap his wings angrily and Crookshanks to jump onto the luggage rack and hiss.

Fan Lin looked at Luna with some surprise. This girl was special in various aspects. For example, was that ordinary girl's laughter mixed with that special spiritual impact?

There is no doubt that Luna herself cannot feel it, but this talent affects her all the time. For example, with a keen perception that is beyond ordinary people, Fanlin remembers that Luna herself can detect some things that ordinary people can detect. something less than.

However, this also means weirdness, and no one wants to come into contact with a weird person.

Luna laughed so hard that the magazine slipped out of her hands and fell down her legs to the floor.

"This is so funny!" Luna stared at Ron, laughing loudly, with tears in her bulging eyes.

Ron was completely confused. He was now looking left and right at the others, who were laughing at the expression on his face. And everyone couldn't stop laughing at Luna's long, funny laugh, now holding her side and leaning back.

"Are you okay?" Ron said, frowning at her.

"The baboon's back!" She grabbed her ribs and stopped laughing. Everyone else was looking at her and laughing, but Harry glanced at the magazines on the floor and noticed there was something on there that he should look at. The magazine lay upside down on the floor, and the text was difficult to read, but there was a drawing in place of the title, which Harry recognized now. It was a caricature of Connery Fudge;

Harry recognized Fudge because of his gray-green bowler hat.

Fudge held a bag of gold tightly in one hand, and pinched a little goblin in the other. The title of this comic is: How close is Fudge to Gringotts' profit? Below this message are also listed the titles of other articles in the magazine. The Corruption Case of the Quidditch League, How Donald Gained Control, and the Secrets Revealed by Ancient Poetry...

"Can I read that magazine?" Harry asked Luna longingly. Luna nodded, still staring at Ron, laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe.

Harry opened the magazine and browsed through the contents. Soon, Harry found the page he wanted.

Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge denies having any plans to take over the wizarding bank Gringotts when he was elected Minister of Magic many years ago.

Fudge has always insisted he wants nothing more than "peaceful cooperation" with the guardians of our property. But what did he do? Recent information from the Ministry of Magic shows that Fudge's greatest wish is to control the gold supply of goblins, and he will not hesitate to use force if necessary.

"This is not the first time," according to a Ministry of Magic insider. "Fudge's friends call him "Goblin Crusher" Cornelius Fudge. If you can do it when he thinks no one is eavesdropping, when I heard him talk, oh, he always said he was going to do something about the goblins; he was going to drown them, he was going to tear their houses down, he was going to poison them, he was going to make them into pies. …”

Harry couldn't read any more. Fudge may have many shortcomings, but Harry couldn't imagine Fudge turning goblins into pies.

Harry continued flipping through the rest of the magazine. After turning a few pages, he read: It was alleged that through a series of blackmails, illegal bribes, and torture, Tuthiltonades was winning control of the Quiddish Alliance; and according to a wizard who provided the inside story The news claims that a nimbus broomstick can fly to the moon and brings back a pack of lunar frogs to prove it; an article about ancient poetry explains why Luna reads magazines upside down. According to the article, if you read the poem upside down, it releases a spell that turns your enemy's ears into two kumquats.

In fact, judging from the rest of the articles in this magazine, most of them are the product of divergent thinking.

"Is there anything good in there?" Ron asked as Harry closed the magazine.

"Of course not." Harry quickly shook his head, "It's just that compared to the Daily Prophet, I think this magazine will make people feel more relaxed."

"Thanks," Luna said, leaning forward and grabbing the magazine from Harry's hands. Turning the magazine to page 57, she turned the magazine upside down and disappeared behind it.

Almost instantly, Luna's presence completely disappeared, as if a magazine isolated the two worlds. Of course, the interpretation of Hogwarts has always been like this. A perfect Ravenclaw will always be born. With a layer of separation.

Of course, that refers to a superhuman mind, and Luna...

No matter how he looked at it, Harry also felt that this was Luna's natural neurosis.

However, Harry really didn't think much about contacting Luna. Whether it was him, Fanlin or Hermione, even if they were interested in Luna, they would not make any further moves. After all, strictly speaking, they just met today. know.

Anyway, Fanlin didn't seem to want to think about this. After Hermione came back, he had a perfect focus point, but for Harry, there was nothing better than seeing Malfoy accompanied by Clara and Goyle. It was even more unpleasant as Xia walked towards him with a stupid smile.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked in a heated tone before Malfoy could speak.

"Be polite, Potter, or I'll put you in solitary confinement," said Malfoy, his sleek blond hair and pointed chin exactly like his father's, with air.

"You understand that I, unlike you, have the power to inflict punishment."

"Yes," said Harry, "but you, unlike me, are a loser. Now get out and leave us alone."

Ron, Vanlin, Hermione, Ginny and Neville all laughed. Malfoy's lips pursed.

Harry is becoming more and more powerful. This kind of fighting power can only be used by Malfoy. Fanlin has no doubt that if it is really a duel, if the opponent is Malfoy, haha The combat effectiveness that Li can display is definitely 120%.

"Tell me, how does it feel to be Weasley's lackey, Potter?" Malfoy replied in a weak tone.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione shouted.

"I seem to have come into contact..." Malfoy paused and then said with a smile, "Well, watch yourself, Potter, because I will catch you if you cross the line."

"Get out!" Hermione shouted, standing up.

Smiling triumphantly, Malfoy gave Harry one last evil look and left, followed awkwardly by Clara and Goyle. Hermione slammed the compartment door behind them, then turned to look at Harry. Harry immediately knew that Hermione, like him, was thinking about Malfoy's words and was mentally and physically exhausted by it.

"You two are actually not necessary." Fan Lin said, "It's like this every time."

"It's just him..." Hermione sighed, and then sat next to Fan Lin. If Ron had better insight, this matter would be more interesting, but Ron just has such a sense of ignorance. special skills.

"How about we get another piece of frog candy?" Ron obviously didn't notice anything.

Harry couldn't talk freely in front of Neville and Luna. He gave Fan Lin another uneasy look, then stared out the window.

While Fanlin didn't care, Draco was not a threat. This was at most an adjustment in life.

As for Harry, he was only overly worried because Malfoy's father was a Death Eater. However, in Voldemort's current state, it was difficult to say that he had taken any substantial action. The most important thing was that the Ministry of Magic led Trouble comes.

Everyone can tell you one thing clearly: the Ministry of Magic is going to take action against Hogwarts, and the most effective way is to take back the right of independent teaching at Hogwarts.

Raindrops hit the windows in a half-hearted way, and then the sun appears feebly in the sky before dark clouds cover it again.

When night fell, the lights in the cubicle turned on. Luna closed the magazine, carefully put it into her bag, and then started staring at everyone in the cubicle.

Harry sat with his forehead pressed against the car window, wanting to take a first look at Hogwarts, but on a moonless night, the rain-stained windows were filthy.

"We'd better get organized," Hermione finally said as they all struggled to open their suitcases and take out their school robes.

Ron carefully pinned his prefect badge to his chest, and Harry saw Ron checking his image against the black window.

Fan Lin is helping Hermione. To be honest, the girl is a little nervous. This is probably because of the joy after being recognized. Hermione always wants to find someone to share her joy, and here, Fan Lin is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Finally, the train began to slow down, and they heard the usual commotion as everyone scrambled to get off, carrying luggage and their pets.

When Ron and Hermione were ordered to inspect, they disappeared from the compartment again, leaving Fanlin and others to look after Crookshanks and Piggy.

"I can hold the owl if you want," Luna said to Vanlin and Harry and walked over to the piglet, while Neville carefully put his toad into his pocket.

"Oh - um - thank you," said Harry, taking off Hedwig's cage and holding it safely in his hands.

They walked slowly down the cubicle, feeling the first rays of night air on their faces as they joined the throng of people in the hallway.

They moved slowly toward the door.

Harry could smell the pine trees that lined the path by the lake. He walked off the platform and looked around, and seemed to hear a familiar voice saying something like 'first-year students are gathering'.

The voice did not appear at that time. It was replaced by a completely different voice, a lively female voice shouting loudly,

"Invite the first years to line up here! All the first years come to me!" A lantern swayed towards Harry. At that time, through the light of the lantern, Harry recognized that the person holding the lantern was Gela, who had a protruding chin and was severely bald. Professor Poulin, the witch who replaced Hagrid as Care of Magical Creatures teacher for a period of time last year.

"Where is Hagrid? He's not back yet?" Harry asked loudly.

"I don't know," Ginny said, "but we'd better get out of here quickly, we're blocking the door."

Harry quickly turned to Fanlin, but Fanlin shook his head. It was obvious that it was not the right time to discuss Hagrid here.

"Oh, of course, yes!" Harry nodded and got out of the car, but separated from Ginny and Fanlin as he walked out of the station along the platform.

Being pushed by the crowd, Harry caught a glimpse of Hagrid in the dark; he was still here, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief - seeing Hagrid again was the thing he longed for most.

But there was no news about him before, except for the giant thing.

I can't leave now, Harry said to himself as he slowly passed through a narrow doorway onto the road outside.

He felt a little cold or something. He looked around for several of his friends, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione, to know their thoughts on Graplan's reappearance, but they were not nearby, so he hid by himself. Entering the dark, rain-washed road outside Hogwarts Station.

There were hundreds of people standing here, and a self-propelled public carriage carried first-year students to Hogwarts Castle.

Harry glanced at them quickly, then turned to look for Ron and Hermione for a second try.

The carriage was no longer unmanned.

There was a creature standing between the carriage's axles. If he had to give the creatures a name, he thought he would call them horses, even though the creatures looked a bit reptilian. They were very emaciated, their black shells clinging to their skeletons, every bone clearly visible. Their heads are fierce, with white eyes with small pupils that stare straight ahead. The wings protrude on both sides, and the black leather-like wings make them look like they belong to the category of giant bats. Still and silent in the darkness, the creatures look eerie and terrifying. Harry didn't understand why these self-propelled stagecoaches were pulled by these monstrous horses.

"Where's Piggy?" Ron's voice came from Harry's right rear.

"The girl named Luna is holding it," Harry turned around quickly, wanting to ask Ron about Hagrid, "Do you know where he is -"

"——You mean Hagrid? I don't know," Ron said worriedly, "He'd better be fine."

Not far away, little Malfoy was followed by a small group of people, including Clara, Goyle, and Patsy, who were being surrounded by some timid second-year students so that they could get themselves a car. Public carriages are used.

A few seconds later, Hermione ran out of the crowd panting.

"Malfoy is cheating in the place where the first years gather. I swear to sue him. He only wore the badge for three minutes and used it more than ever before. Where is little Crookshanks?"

"Fan Lin is carrying it," Harry said, "He is now..." (To be continued)